The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my heart

the worst part was the twisted

my body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any

my breath ragged and I knew I was losing

much and my mind was fogged by

their taunts mingling with the roaring

her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

forward and ran his index finger

it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I could stop myself but I

ran my tongue up and

dripped with false sympathy as he turned to his

bet she’d do anything to

that right, Lyla? Do

it anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I tried to

eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but

was to get away, to find somewhere –

solid wall of muscle and

lips but the words died in

the amber-eyed

gaze locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity

was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in

over the room

feel their stares and a sickening

drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left hand

a Lycan leader, but not just

Leader of the White Moon Throne – the

My heart pounded as I realized the gravity of the

my world, with

trembled, expecting a reprimand

the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially in

as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the White

deep amber that seemed to see right through

instead of condemnation, his gaze held something

pulling me up from the ground with

okay?” He asked, his voice sending shivers through my already

and my breath hitched

stammered but my body chose that moment to betray me

crashed over me, stronger

against him, my vision blurring as desire overwhelmed

leader caught me, his grip

now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine,

found his gaze fixed on

Time seemed to slow.

whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan

flash of something raw and primal crossing his